"That I do not know, but I suspect if any child could, it would be one of yours." The lift paused to let on a witch who sniffed at seeing Hermione and Lucius deliberately spoke clearly and firmly. "After all, you and my son have created the first new magical bloodline in centuries. No one could begin to guess how powerful your children will be."
The witch scurried off the lift at the next floor and Lucius turned to Hermione. "My wife and I greatly enjoyed having the children this past weekend. Nova told me of her distress over Lyra's attempts to climb her grandad-chair. Draco has suggested another might be appreciated." He let a smile flicker the corners of his mouth. He was only too well aware that Hermione hated those chairs. "I shall commission a third right away."